Snippet #1292506

Alana was currently seated in the royal kitchen, on a stool. "Princess, you really should get out of here before your father comes in." One of the chefs commented. Alana's dress was lavender colored (and probably a little shorter then her father would of liked), and matching ballet flats were on her feet. Alana sighed. She had been sampling a pasta, that one of the new chefs had made. "It is simply gorgeous, Monsieur Delacour." Alana told the French Chef, before leaving the room. She ended up in the fancy hallway, in front of the dining room door. She stepped inside, and quickly shut the door behind her. Not realizing that someone else was in the room, Alana took a seat, near the end of a table, which was near the kitchen and she could smell the delicious meals cooking. Half her hair was pinned up, and the bottom layer was resting on her shoulders, a few strands dangling near her face. She politely sat there, waiting..hoping her father was doing something. So he couldn't yell at her and send her back up to her room for a few minutes..or an hour. Yes, that is what he used to punish her. Or she had to help clean or cook. The latter of the two, was fun. Cleaning, was not.